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Of herself, or of what the neighbors thought of her conduct, Janice Day thought but little. She went on to Mrs. Beaseley's cottage, solely anxious on Nelson's account. She found the widow in tears, for selfishly immured as Mrs. Beaseley was in her ten-year-old grief over the loss of her "sainted Charles," she was a dear, soft-hearted woman and had come to look upon Nelson Haley almost as her son.
Beaseley," said Nelson, cheerily, and without removing his gloves. "I find I've to go downtown again on an errand. I'll not be back for an hour." Janice was smiling merrily at him from the doorway. Mrs. Beaseley began to bustle about. "That'll give me just time to toss up the shortcake," she proclaimed. "Good-bye, Janice. Come again. Mr. Haley'll like to walk along with you, I know." Mrs.
"He won't me, but I think he favors you, Janice," she added innocently, shaking her head with a continued mournful air. "He come right in and said: 'Mother Beaseley, I don't believe I can eat any dinner to-day, and then shut and locked his door. I didn't know what had happened till 'Rene Hopper, she that works for Mrs.
My poor, sainted Charles left me enough to live on as long as a poor, lorn, lone creeter like me wants ter live. Nelson Haley is welcome ter stay here for the rest of his endurin' life, if he wants to, an' never pay me a cent!" "I don't suppose he could take such great favors as you offer him, Mrs. Beaseley," said Janice, kissing her. "But you are a dear!
Cross Moore come to me, an' says he: 'Miz Beaseley, 'tis your duty to let me look through that young man's things when he's out. We'll either clear him or clench it on him. "An' says I: 'Cross Moore, if you put your fut across my threshold I'll sartain sure take the broom to you an' ye'll find that's clenched, a'ready!" "Oh, Mrs. Beaseley!" gasped Janice, yet inclined to laugh, too.
Mr. Beaseley, C.E., in a lecture on coast-fog signals, May 24, 1872, speaks of these bells as unusually large, saying that they and the one at Ballycottin are the largest on their coasts, the only others which compare with them being those at Stark Point and South Stack, which weigh 31¾ cwt. and 41½ cwt. respectively.
Beaseley was blind to what most people, in Polktown knew that Janice and the schoolteacher were the very closest of friends. Only their years at least, only Janice's youth precluded an announced engagement between them.
Goodness me, after the treatment I've had, an' th' sass I've took, I guess I won't complain." The little wiry man sank into the furthest corner and pulled out from his pocket a newspaper, which he tried to read. But Mrs. Beaseley, beginning on the statement of what she had suffered waiting for Mr. Tisbett, and every minute since the journey was begun, Mr.
Nor did anybody see him outside the Beaseley cottage all day. It was a very unhappy Sunday for Janice. The whole town was abuzz with excitement. There were two usually inoffensive persons "on the dissecting table," as Walky Dexter called it Nelson and Hopewell Drugg.
But Joel had no ears for anything that Davie might say, but was occupied in seeing the stage-driver flourish up to meet the passenger. "Good mornin', Miss Beaseley," said Mr. Tisbett, in his pleasantest way, springing over the wheel the moment the horses stopped. "I've been a-waitin' here," said Mrs. Beaseley, tartly, "the longest time. I thought you never'd come."
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